Character Birthdate (including year): December 20, 2006
Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
Species: 50% canis lupus + 50% canis lupus signatus
Gender: Male
A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M): PM
How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: N/A
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Light was fading away into the distance as the eerieness of evening surrounded the male wolf. The temperature of late winter swirled in bolts of cool air all around every nook and cranny of the border of Dahlia de Mai. The wolf was far from being cold with his thick timber coat. He stood proud, wandering back and forth, hoping that someone from the pack would come and perhaps let him join. Soon. This wolf had many intentions of joing Dahlia de Mai. It was exactly what he saw in a pack as excelling and wanted to join very much so.
The wolf's coat was obviously timber; gray, white and light shades of black color tinted in and out of his coat. It was sleek and shiny, very healthy. His eyes, both yellow, looked like tiny precious stones surrounding his fur, the only splotch of real color on him. He had long, lean legs perfect for running and a thick bushy tail that looked almost as powerful as an otter's. Oh, yes, this male was extremely proud of his looks.
Standing taller and firm, he suddenly became overcome with boredom. He hoped someone, any pack member, would arrive shortly and greet him into the pack. Snorting in more arrogance then he would have for pleasure, the male sat. He still looked more proud and majestic as ever, yet in a much more casual and relaxed way. He wasn't the enemy and didn't want to be. Not to Dahlia de Mai. But, yes, he did want an enemy. It was a strange desire; to want someone to utterly hate you. Yet, it didn't seem so strange to him. It was very pleasurable to torture someone, anyone, in such a way that they were vunerable to you and to you only. This wolf wasn't evil, but enjoyed the pain of others.
Did that make him evil?
The wolf wouldn't waste his time thinking about it. But was Dutch Biler'a, the majestic male sitting on the borders of Dahlia de Mai, evil? Time would tell. Dutch only hoped that time would be soon. After all, enemies are much fun.